“Judge tenderly of me.”

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I have an appetite for silence.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

The Soul selects her own Society.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

It’s a weird feeling when people are defining you, and you haven’t even defined yourself.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

Judge me, and you’ll have no time left to love me.

Anything you do, you better enjoy it for its value. Because people are going to second-guess everything you do.

Judge not unless you judge yourself

College is a refuge from hasty judgment.

You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are by the earrings he gives you.

I prefer other people to make judgments about the way I play and to characterize me, rather me describe myself.